i woke up with my head laid upon something warm and quite hard. my eyes flutter open and i realized i was still in your room, snuggled against you. i look around the room, being as still as i can, i lift my head up from your chest.
you’re still asleep.
“hey,” i whisper, shaking you a bit. you don’t respond as a tiny snore emits from you and i smile and rub the sleep from my eyes.
you asked me to stay over. i must’ve fell asleep. i look over at you and your raven hair is sprawled all over your forehead. with a gentle swipe of my fingers, i push the hair out of your eyes. you don’t move.
i get this sudden familiar warmth in my chest and i suddenly feel nervous. no, i tell myself. i can’t do this to you.
i can’t be in love with you. i can’t. that’s too selfish of me to expect your love, when i hardly ever expected you to even come back after all. please, heart, don’t do this.
i sigh deeply. your eyelashes are miles long as they touch your cheekbones and your forehead is dabbed with a few beads of sweat, while dark circles are present underneath your eyes. i frown and look away.
i push the duvet off my legs slowly and go to stand up when i hear you stir. i don’t continue moving or look at you.
“val?” you ask deeply and hoarsely as your voice is filled with sleep. i can feel my heart doing flips at the sound of your voice.
i turn around and you’re propped on your elbows, looking at me. your jade eyes are crystal clear and you look beautiful. i smile at you and you lightly smile back. “morning,” i softly said.
“what time is it?” you ask. i look at the clock. 8:04 a.m.
“eight,” i say. you frown in response and i look at you, confused. “why?”
you grumble and pull the covers over your head. “it’s too early,” your muffled voice groans out. i stifle a laugh at your childish behavior and hop back on the bed, next to you. i try to pull the covers from your head, but you hang on tighter.
you uncover your face for a second to stick your tongue out at me and i was too slow to reach out to you, before you cover your face back up. i think of a plan and as one enters my mind, i, too, slide under the covers, pulling the covers over my head.
it’s stuffy and still and oh, so quiet. i lean on my side and go to look at you, when i already see you looking at me with a small smile and i realize you’re on your side, too.
“hi,” i whisper.
you roll your eyes playfully. “hi.” i grin and your eyes flicker down to my lips, but i don’t notice.
“you stayed,” you say.
“i stayed,” i repeat. “i told you i would.”
you push your face against the pillow as you close your eyes. “you did.”
“what’s on your agenda for today?”
“sleep, sleep, and,” you pause for dramatic effect and your eyes open. “more sleep.”
i flick your nose and your face scrunches up in response. i laugh in response and then i realize i didn’t brush my teeth, my eyes go wide and i jump from underneath the covers.
“shit,” i whisper to myself and run to the bathroom.
“what’s wrong?” you ask loudly. i hear the covers rustle and you’re up, too, wide eyed and alert.
i open the cabinet and grab my toothbrush. “i forgot to brush my teeth,” i say hurriedly.
“it’s okay—“
i give you a “are you serious” look, and you throw your hands up in defense. i put some toothpaste on my brush and start to brush my teeth. you walk up behind me and look in the mirror.
“you’re still beautiful to me,” you say.
you’re making it really hard not to love you, jasper.
